"Yeah, thanks. Black with two," he answered automatically, used to be asked that same question at each of the military bases he had been to in the last few years. He walked across to the windows, looking out over the Island and not for the first time wondered how he'd ended up here as Tony poured the coffee.
"Nice place you've got here," he said, his laugh sounding a little forced even to his own ears. He turned back and made his way across to the desk, standing next to a chair in front of it.
It didn't help that his son, standing in front of him, was twenty years older than him. Even Howard's mind was struggling with that.